The life i lived was not the truth
i was living a lie
what was there to do
i asked myself everyday
what was causing all with unbearable pain
everyone saw this little girl
Trying to get attention from the rest of the world
but that was not the case
I\'d close my eyes
and bite my lip
I\'d grab my razor
i start to slit
watching the blood drip down
right to my finger
another stain to the carpet
another scar to remember
wishing i would take a razer
take my vein
slice it in half
to end this terrible pain
it took me 2 years of my arms being covered
People asking me what happened
a year of being hurt of the thing that i thought made me happy
after 4 years, to many scars, and a rep that could make a girl kill herself
i realized life is real
death is permanent
~Jessica~
i wrote because i while i wrote a poem like this but it was dealing with issues then and i thought maybe other cutter might that it is not worth it. death is permanent and u can\\\'t apologize for it. i was 5 hospitals for self-mutilation and the 5th one help because i realized death is permanent. u might think i am stupid but some People just don\\\'t realize that and i don\\\'t want anyone to go through and even worse what i did because it is a waste of time.... ~~ get help don\\\'t wait because one day u might hit a vein~~
